Arpeggio
Wed, 30 May 2007 at 09:21am
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The guitar sounds,
hanging by a thread
are the voices behind him
resounding chords,
lyrics of ink turned red.
The guitar player plays,
with the turning of time
he turns them in their graves.
He bids the tune,
"Come out! Come out and play!"
Tempting strings against the line.
Mocking metallic octaves,
his hand follows the curve
of a slender neck, varnished,
down a backbone
of painted frets.
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2007-05-30
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cammy
2007-05-30
Sounds like your quite familiar with your guitar :D I love it.
themilkman
2007-05-30
Stylishly presented and cleverly written, +1
burning_sands
2007-08-16
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